Today I found the following text in the source code of a junk email that ended up in my inbox. It's very strange:



Or maybe not. People are talking behind my back. We have certain immutable properties. We all have to make some kind of plans for ourselves.

I see your point. Then again:

Just one moment longer. Let me collect my thoughts.

This can't end happily. This isn't really sustainable, but it's better than the alternative. I don't want to be predictable. Maybe this will help us all in the long run.

Look: Help me ! I'm trapped in an e-mail factory! Like they say: Are you making up for something? Probably.

It's all just a big joke.I had fun when we talked on Tuesday.

I won't try to get in the way. This will end well. I am a boson. It's always up in the air.

I am not the wavy carpet. I am the happy kind. I don't believe in telepathy. Or astrology.

Maybe this will help us all in the long run. This is what happens: I see your point. But that's OK--lots of people feel that way. And I respect that.

This isn't much worse than an infomercial. This isn't really sustainable, but it's better than the alternative.

This can't end happily. Hey - Thing will tend to fall apart. You are precisely on the money.

Can't we just be friends? This isn't much worse than an infomercial. It's all just a big joke. Or maybe not.